#but i cant find a way to justify putting it on ao3 so it's here instead

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon's Month - (Cat)Fish

day 19!! @youngroyals-events

Simon tries to convince a man on a dating app that, yes, that is his actual face in those pictures.

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Wille: If you’re gonna use fake pictures you might as well make them believable…

Simon: im sorry what?

W: I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious you’re a catfish. Those pictures are not real.

S: um yes they are? that's literally my face

W: Nice try! No one actually looks like that. Way too perfect.

S: is this some kind of weird pickup line because im not sure you’re executing it properly

W: No? What do you mean? Clearly those are photoshopped or something. Who has skin that smooth looking? Or eyes that beautiful shade of brown?

S: literally i do

W: Seriously, where did you find these? Did you edit them yourself?

S: did you get dropped on your head as a child or something

W: … I mean, probably. But that doesn’t matter here. I know an edit when I see one.

S: clearly you dont because that is my face thank you for the compliment, i guess???

W: You’re welcome for complimenting your editing skills. But I still don’t believe you.

S: ok now im convinced this is some weird plot toget me to send like nudes or something

W: Oh my gosh, no! I’m not even on here for that! I’m too much of a romantic for hook-ups. We’d have to go on at least a few dates first.  And I would only ever ask if I knew you wanted to.  To send pictures.  Naked ones. And only you felt safe doing so. But I think in person is better anyway.

S: okay…

W: Sorry if that was weird. I keep staring at the pictures and they’re making it hard for my brain to work.

S: hard huh?

W: Ha. Ha.

S: i guess that’s kinda sweet i’m not much into hook-ups either

W: Oh. That's cool. But, seriously, where did you find these pictures?

S: i remind you. that is me im starting to question your sanity Wille

W: Sure, Simon. You just walk around like that all day and somehow you’re still single and on a dating app. Sure, very believable, *catfish*! 

S: omfg i do have pet fish but im not a catfish you're one to talk no ones hair is that color also there is no way u have a perfect little freckle on ur top lip or do you put that there with makeup

W: What?? Me?? No, it’s not makeup! I am just Swedish! I get freckles in the sun!

S: suuuure

W: Don’t turn this around on me, Simon.  Except, wait, do you really have pet fish?

S: yes, i do

W: Can I see them? 

S: [Image attached]

W: Beautiful!  What are their names? 

S: idk if i can trust you with their names you think i’m a liar

W: :( Simon

S: :( Wille

W:

You can trust me.  It’s justified, I think, that I don’t believe you.

S: [Image attached] literally me [Image attached] me with fish for proof i cant believe your awful rizz is working on me … Wille? here i’ll write out a little note for you so you know its actually me [Image attached]

W: ‘.,;-=p./ ?um I-m her e SOrry I was.. You are real? 

S: lol i am real

W: When are you free?

S: huh?

W: I would like to take you on a date, Simon To apologize for calling you a catfish But also because you are funny and pretty, and I need to see you in person just to be totally sure that you’re actually real. 

S: hm i guess i’d be okay with that i wanna know what that freckle on your lip tastes like

W: asdnasfwaogjfan

S: their names are oski, olle, and felle, btw are you free tonight?

[toxicpineapple]

tsumugi was right about one thing.

danganronpa was only ever a television show.

fifty years before "danganronpa v3" was created, the pilot of a tv show called "danganronpa: trigger happy havoc" aired, where teenagers were trapped in the prestigious hope's peak academy and forced into a killing game. the pilot ended with the execution of leon kuwata, the culprit everyone saw coming, but left a wide audience of people wanting more.

the first season ended with the defeat of junko enoshima, and that was going to be all, but there was such wide demand for a sequel that season two, "goodbye despair", was produced. it was acknowledged as much better than the first season, and fans were pouring in from all over the globe. it resulted in a spin-off series about the original protagonist's sister being made, called "another episode", as well as a large variety of side content, touching on other characters and other parts of the danganronpa universe.

the actor who played makoto naegi was enthusiastic about his role, but he was ready to move on to other things, so when the demand became strong for a third season, they made it the last one. it had three arcs, to be watched interchangeably, and told the story of hope's peak before, during, and after the tragedy. it wrapped up loose ends and gave the audience what they wanted: closure.

and then, the series was over. the actors who played main characters like naegi, kirigiri, and togami moved on to other roles. the danganronpa craze had ended. the world continued on, for everyone.

except for a select group of fans.

these fans were obsessed with the danganronpa series. they wrote fanfics, did art, created plushes and figurines and cosplayed (and made tiktoks) of all their favourite characters. they were standard fans, basically, except also? they weren't.

they wanted more. they wanted more killing games, more hope versus despair, more betrayals. they wanted to see more of the heart wrenching closing arguments, the panic time battles, the executions. what they wanted was more danganronpa.

(you can see where i'm going with this, right?)

what these fans wanted was for the show to air again. but what they wanted, perhaps even more than that, was for danganronpa to be real. they wanted to test if the formula would work. they wanted to see real executions, and real murders.

it just so happened that several of the people within this tiny, dark corner of the internet were extremely wealthy. they had scientists working for them who had the ability to create the technology to make such a thing possible. they had the land required to put the game. most importantly, they had teenagers, nameless and faceless, who would be perfect for a thing like this, because if they disappeared, well, nobody would notice, really.

in the beginning they were extremely hesitant to do it, but after a lot of debate, they decided they valued their killing game more than they valued human life. it had been this way from the beginning. none of them felt guilty for it, anymore, because they just viewed it as kinning. they, like junko enoshima, were just hungering for despair. it was all that mattered.

they had to go through several trial runs to perfect their technology. developing things like "flashback lights" and "exisals" and most of all, monokuma- well, it was impossible without a couple test runs. a lot of kids died in the process. but one of them, one of the first kids they took (the child of one of the sponsors, to tell the truth) kept surviving against the odds.

the name they chose for him was rantaro amami. after a couple failed attempts they decided to save him for their perfect game. there had never been an ultimate survivor before. amami would be the first.

their project gained traction in the dark web. humanity was, in their opinion, every bit as beautiful and ugly as they thought it was. they started to be contacted by people who wanted in-

(the one who came to be called tsumugi shirogane)

-by suicidal teenagers who wanted to be test subjects-

(the ones who came to be called korekiyo shinguji, himiko yumeno, and kokichi ouma)

-by teenagers who wanted to be a part of the game.

(the ones who came to be called kaede akamatsu, kaito momota, and shuichi saihara)

they suddenly had a wide variety of people to choose from.

and shirogane, well, she was the perfect mastermind. so plain she blended into the walls, but when she got passionate her eyes sparked and nobody could calm her down. she was as enthusiastic about danganronpa as any of them, perhaps even more so. when they offered her the opportunity, she jumped at it.

people like saihara, momota, akamatsu... they wanted to be in the final game. the polished one. they loved danganronpa so much, it didn't matter to them how, they just wanted to participate. they were even willing to die. excited about it, in a way that both disturbed and delighted the fans who had been a part of this project from the beginning.

those three were given main roles, promised they'd have part.

the ones who volunteered to be killed in testing? some of them were just so interesting, so attractive, so unique, it was hard to put them in a setting where they would most certainly die. they had no need for another survivor, amami would do just fine. but the ones who caught their eye (shinguji, who always wore a mask, ouma, who lied without thinking about it, yumeno, who was adorable in the exact way fujisaki and saionji had been while still reminding them of nanami) were put to the side too, because they were too valuable to sacrifice.

as for the other eight students, well, it turned out that japan had a high population of kids who didn't belong anywhere. who nobody loved.

kids from abusive homes, kids whose parents disowned them, kids who were rebellious and threatened to run away, kids who were so quiet they tended to disappear into the walls... it wasn't hard to find eight

eight teenagers who were perfect for the roles they wanted.

this danganronpa was to be mind blowing. it was to be better than anything the tv series had put out before. it was bigger than the tv series. it was real. everyone was real. nothing was scripted. they had a formula to follow and they knew how to make it happen, what props to use, but otherwise, everything was going to be raw and unedited. no one knew what would happen, and that excited them.

they put in a secret talent, a cult leader, a muscle character with a heart of gold. there was a maid who was secretly the prime minister. a tennis player who used his talent to kill. a misandrist aikido master. a selfish genius with a mind for dirty remarks.

for the sixteenth student, they wanted something extra special. a way of saying "thank you", to everyone who worked on the project. the solution? a robot, through whom the rest of their community could participate too. they created him specifically for the game, a vessel of sorts that had an endearing personality, something to use as a participation piece.

and after testing everything over and over again (over fifty kids died in the final tests) they were ready. their killing game began.

the first chapter was a bit rocky. shirogane (unfortunately) had to get a bit more involved than they wanted to, and then they had to sacrifice their golden boy, amami, which sucked because a lot of them had grown attached to him, as well as their protagonist, akamatsu, which was pretty terrible as well because they really did want her to live for a lot longer.

the rest of the game went without a hitch, though. toujo's reveal in chapter two and the subsequent indifference with which hoshi's death was regarded broke hearts everywhere. shinguji's face reveal did not disappoint, and yonaga's ritualistic body discovery (as well as the tragic sacrifice on the chabashira's part) played out perfectly. everything was perfect.

here's where we backpedal a bit, see. because even though these teenagers were invisible, there were a lot of them. and for them to suddenly disappear off the face of the planet? plenty of people were confused. plenty of people wanted answers. one journalist was brave enough to look.

smart enough, too. see, it all boils back down to the golden boy, "rantaro amami". he was fairly high profile for a time, having such a rich father. then for him to suddenly vanish, just as the other teens had? it was strange.

even weirder was that his father didn't seem to care. that was normal for billionaires, but the journalist thought he should at least pretend. he wasn't, and that was suspicious as hell! so she did some digging.

some digging turned into the discovery of all these genius scientists and other rich people he was affiliated with. some digging turned into the discovery of a plot of private land that nobody could get into, that was for some reason covered by a big blue dome, that was for some reason bought by the very billionaire whose son disappeared.

the journalist dug deeper. she found out about internet forums that required intense applications and surveys to get into. that required scans of her web history, her identity, even. they were so fishy, and no one had ever found them before. the billionaire was one of the people maintaining the servers.

he'd been mia, as of late, though, so it wasn't hard for her to hire someone and hack in. what she found was utterly depraved. she threw up four times discovering it.

thread after thread discussing the murder of children. real children. the ones who were missing, in fact. pictures of bodies. speculation about their deaths. jokes and theories and shipping dedicated to these children who were dead with a capital d.

all of this was happening, and it was being streamed at eight o'clock that night. so though she didn't want to, she watched the live stream, and she bore witness to the murder of the genius, iruma, after she had attempted to kill ouma.

(no way, a comment read, were they gonna kill ouma so soon. he's too popular!)

after a night of fitful sleep, she decided that she was going to infiltrate. and it was ironically quite easy.

a fake identity, bleached hair, a new haircut, contact lenses, and a southern accent disguised her plenty. she played the role of a murder obsessed college student brilliantly. she gushed about how much she wanted to help with chapter five, theorised about who was going to die and how, wrote extensive shipping posts and discourse blogs and-

of course they let her on. there'd be no account of this if they hadn't.

she spied and collected information through the entirety of chapter five, and when she had solid evidence of the murder of two teens, who were named ouma and momota within the series, she got out as quickly as she could, and went to report it to the police.

the police didn't buy it, though. they thought it sounded ridiculous. some kind of secret cult from the deep web that all these huge, rich names were a part of, that was reenacting an old television series? danganronpa hadn't aired in almost twenty years! she had to have been insane.

she was a journalist, though, and she wasn't going to let it end there. when the police rejected her report, she did what she did best: and wrote an article about it.

the "real" danganronpa television series was about halfway through their chapter six when somethijg was finally done.

see, after finishing danganronpa, the actor who played naegi moved on to a wide variety of roles. he enjoyed depicting the villain most of all. he thought it was loads of fun, and it never got old. he kept in close touch with his co-stars, even after all that time, because danganronpa shaped his acting career. he was successful and rich. extremely comfortable and happy with his life.

he had a good heart, too. so when he opened twitter one morning and saw that he'd been tagged in a post, he dropped his coffee.

a fan of his tweeted him saying:

"@[redacted]-- what the fuck, why are you letting this go on? this is fucked up"

and linked the article. after reading the whole thing several times over, scanning descriptions of the premises where the killing game was taking place and swallowing hard over pictures of the dead teens, the actor who played naegi retweeted it with a comment of his own,

("what the fuck. this is the first time i'm hearing of this. what the fucj.")

@/ed all of his co-star friends, and promptly called the police.

that night, the finale of the real danganronpa, which was called v3, aired.

the journalist, who was still very much involved with this case, logged on to her account, had the hired professional hack onto the news, and streamed the episode live.

people. went. crazy.

the cast of all the danganronpas were calling the police (and their agents, and their lawyers) to figure out what the fuck was going on.

they were also tweeting like mad.

hinata: "what the fuck is this??? holy shit this is so fucked up, why would you ever use danganronpa like this?"

enoshima: "WHY ARE THEY USING MY FACE THAT IS MY FUCKING FACE THIS IS MESSED UP"

fujisaki: "oh my god... oh my god."

komaeda: "says in the article she told the cops... bruh."

kirigiri: "those are real fucking kids. look them up theyre all in missing person reports. what the fuck."

naegi: "where the hell are they? im going there and busting them out myself. no cap."

he was a man of his word.

it didn't take long for the journalist to reach out to him, and when she told him the location, he hopped in his car, picked up the actress who played his sister (as well as all of their bodyguards) and broke traffic safety laws all the way there. they were followed, unquestionably, by police, but it didn't make a spot of difference to either of them.

on the tv, meanwhile, saihara was having the final battle. the very same kid who emailed them all those months ago, trying to see if he could take part in this game, was screaming at them about why they couldn't. he argued with such fervour, with such genuine pain, that something shifted in the hearts of the people in this community. they revoked their support, logged off the forum, sat back in their desk chairs and contemplated what they did.

shirogane didn't get the memo, though. remember earlier when i said she was more enthusiastic about danganronpa than any of them? she would never give up on it. on any of it.

and when kiibo destroyed the school...

around japan, people held their breaths. praying as hard as they could that saihara and harukawa and yumeno had survived.

outside, the actor who played makoto naegi swerved to a stop, and he and the actress who played his sister ran to the dome. he pounded on it with his fist while the police yelled for him to step back, but it was too thick to get through.

fortunately, in killing himself, kiibo (the robot who was designed as a puppet) blew a hole in the very top. he did it to save them. just as nanami exposed herself to save her friends in the second season.

the police brought in a helicopter, and minutes later, saihara, harukawa, and yumeno were free. when they saw the actor who played naegi, their initial thought was that it was all real- all of it, who they were, what they knew, but-

it wasn't. they weren't who they thought they were in that game. they were other people, different people.

and later, at the hospital, it was discovered that the neurological damage done to them with those flashback lights was permanent. which meant they would never be who they were, never again.

(startlingly, they were okay with that.)

a manhunt started, for everyone who was in some way involved with the atrocities that had been committed. they were thrown in jail, all of them, for the rest of their lives-

except, that is, for one of them.

the billionaire father of the one they called amami, with all of his money and his power, he managed to escape arrest. the public outcry was unbelievable, but that was hardly the worst of his problems.

no, the worst of his problems was the multi-billion dollar lawsuit he was stuck with from every. single. actor. who participated in the danganronpa project. leading the lawsuit was, naturally, the actress who played enoshima, who was disgusted at the use of her name and image in committing such disgusting acts. he was left billions in debt, bled completely dry, and after that, there was really nothing else he could do but lie down and die. (so he did.)

as for the three teenagers who survived the ordeal? well, harukawa's parents had never been good people, and nobody knew if saihara and yumeno even had parents, because nobody was stepping forward and obviously neither of them remembered, so in the end the three of them ended up being adopted by the very actor who played naegi.

it was hardly a happy ending. they were kidnapped by a massive cult that used its power and wealth to torture and kill hundreds of teenagers. it was a messed up operation from start to finish. and the three of them would never be the same people they once were.

but there was nowhere to go but forward, and saihara knew in his heart that his friends, each and every one of them, would want him to continue on. so he decided that that was what he was going to do.

despite everything that had happened, danganronpa was over. for good. it was the only reassurance going into the future, but for what it was worth... it was one hell of a reassurance.

[duplicitywrites]

tumblr messed up the readmore so here we goooo i hope this is suitably impressive!

on AO3 here

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The worst part about temporarily living in someone else's house was that it was someone else's house.

Harry could not justify having major changes made, no matter how otherwise inconvenient it was for him, because it went against every bone in his body to put forth a request and consequently make himself a burden.

Only, what had originally begun as a way to escape the doxy infestation in his flat had quickly turned into... something else between him and Voldemort. Harry wasn't keen to put a label on it just yet; the boundaries were unclear and he was still living here rent-free. It felt weird to ask for anything other than to have the salt shaker passed over.

That said, Harry did take the opportunity to curse the absurd height difference—more specifically, Voldemort's absurd height—whenever he had the opportunity to do so.

Blatantly unfair. No one had the right to be that tall. Maybe it was useful for when Harry wanted to engage in climbing him like a tree, but otherwise it was a complete and total unfairness. Everything in this goddamned manor was too fucking tall for him.

The cabinets, the bookshelves, the vanities. Even the damn stairs were just a tiny bit higher than Harry was used to. Which, again, was absurd, because weren't all stairs supposed to be built to some kind of standard? Only Voldemort and his stupid long limbs needed stairs this tall.

Harry wanted to ask what the hell was up with this place, only he knew that doing so would result in a snarky-ass response that he did not have the patience to receive.

So Harry sulked and swore colourfully every time he encountered a new piece of too-big, too-tall furniture, and debated the pros and cons of finding a magical way to just steal a few inches of height from his sort-of not-yet boyfriend.

It all came to a head one day, after Harry had returned to their room only to find it had been cleaned. Attentive house-elves had a weekly schedule of tidying the private chamber up while both he and Voldemort were out. Harry was used to it, so he tossed his satchel bag onto the top of the dresser and strode over to where Voldemort was seated by the window and reading a book.

"Had a good day?" Harry asked curiously, laying a hand on the man's shoulder.

Voldemort canted his head back to regard Harry with a calm expression. "Nothing eventful occurred," he allowed, after a brief pause.

Harry curled his fingers a bit, tugging lightly at the fabric under his fingertips, and smiled. "I thought I would go flying. Did you want to come?" He felt the answer would likely be no, but it would be rude of him not to ask at all.

"You go on ahead."

Unsurprised, Harry made his way over to the (tall) wardrobe where he kept his broomstick. This wardrobe, like most other container-like items in the house, was magically-enlarged on the inside to store more things.

Harry opened it up to reveal the tidy assortment of belongings he and Voldemort shared. Tidier than usual because of the cleaning. Harry nudged a few cloaks and coats out of the way, searching for his broomstick. All of the heavy clothing slid easily along with their hangers, disturbing the even gaps the elves had left behind as Harry shoved everything to one side.

No broomstick.

"Where's my broomstick?" asked Harry, chancing a glance over his shoulder.

"Top shelf," Voldemort said, not looking up from his book.

Harry turned back to the wardrobe and tilted his head back. Yes, tilted, because what the hell?! From experience, Harry knew that the top shelf was out of his reach.

Incensed, Harry swung around to look at the prat in the loveseat.

"I can't reach it," Harry said calmly.

Voldemort glanced up briefly. "Are you a wizard or not? Summon it."

That did it. The dismissal of the daily inconveniences Harry was suffering because he was not a freakishly tall abomination against nature was the last straw.

"I can't reach that," Harry repeated. "Just like I can't reach anything in this bloody house! You have built an entire house—you live in a house—that is too tall for me."

Voldemort shut his book with a quiet snap. He did not seem angry, but Harry had witnessed both the hot anger and the cold anger that were part of Voldemort's repertoire of less restrained emotions.

"You may leave if you wish," Voldemort said coldly.

Harry swallowed, oddly lightheaded now for some reason. He blinked a few times to try and clear the sensation. "I—"

"If the layout of the house is truly inconvenient to you, then far be it for me to insist upon your prolonged stay."

Harry paused. Was that... was that a hint of hurt he was hearing? Was Voldemort upset that Harry didn't like the house?

"It's not—" Harry began, then cut himself off, frustrated at his inability to articulate what he wanted. "I don't want to leave. Yet, I mean. I don't want to overstay or anything because my flat is still a mess and—"

"You don't want to leave?"

Harry stared. "We've been. Um. We've been something, right? We're..." Harry trailed off, unsure.

They looked at each other. Voldemort pursed his lips and stood from his chair, stepping over to where Harry was standing, arms folded, in front of the wardrobe.

"You flat is atrocious," Voldemort said, like he was making a concession. "Your living space is a death trap waiting to spring upon you at any given moment.”

"My what? Is what?" Harry blurted, now offended. "There is nothing wrong with my flat!" Aside from the doxies, anyways. Harry liked to think he kept a tidy living space, and he was certainly capable of looking after himself without being coddled.

"If your stay is permanent," Voldemort continued smoothly, like Harry had not just interrupted, utterly outraged, at high volume, "then I may be convinced to... lower some of the furniture. Permanently."

“Oh.”

Harry thought that over, watching Voldemort’s face for any of the little tells he had picked up over the past week. Voldemort, however, gave nothing away; he looked as impassive as ever, brows raised in anticipation of Harry’s answer.

“I want the stairs lowered,” Harry said eventually. Petulantly.

Then Harry unfolded his arms, and he was gratified when Voldemort paced a few steps closer, not close enough that Harry had to crane his neck to look up at him, but close enough that Harry could see the glint of interest in those burning crimson eyes.

Voldemort placed a caressing finger to the line of Harry’s jaw, a pleased smirk tilting the right side of his mouth upwards. “Consider it done, Harry. Welcome home.”

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Anon 1 said:

Looking for an EG fix it fic. Steve stays in the past. Bucky is depressed. Old!Steve dies?? Wanda & Peter go back in time to bring Steve to the future to help save the world. They find Steve & he's confused bcuz he was on his way back but wanted to stop at his fave diner to get some food first. Wanda realizes taking Steve from the past caused it to seem like he never returned after putting the stones back and he's now experiencing time out of order. IIRC turned out Old!Steve had married Bucky.

Anon 2 said:

Hello! I've searched through tags and fics both here and on ao3, and I'm still trying to find a certain fic. I don't remember a lot, but a scene that stuck is Steve used Bucky's lotion/moisturizer to jack off with and when Bucky found out he got mad at Steve, but there was really an underlining reason as to why he got mad. Anywho this is not a lot of info, so I'm sorry and I wish I remembered more. As a side note, thanks for all y'all do and hope you have a great day!

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Anon 3 said:

I've been searching for this pic for the last 3 hours - please sent help! Bucky and Steve are Enemies (kind of) and meet on a mission and have (hate)sex. After that they meet up for sex but Bucky always wears a mask or goggles so Steve doesn't know he is Bucky. They catch feelings along the way and I think there was a happy ending. I already looked at the Enemies to Lovers and Identity Porn Tag and couldn't find it :-(

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Anon 4 said: (mpreg)

Hi im looking for a fic in which a pregnant bucky (resulting from a hydra experiment) realizes hes having contractions and goes into the bathtub to give birth. Steve finds out and sits there with him as bucky is pushing. Bucky realizes he cant push the babys shoulders out and steve basically encourages him? -LK

Anon 5 said:

Hi, I'm trying to find a Stucky fic where Bucky (I think) has a pet rock that someone taped googly eyes and a tiara on so it became a pretty pretty princess award or something like that? Thanks!

Anon 6 said:

hey, hi, i read a fic forever ago where bucky and natasha swap bodies and i can’t find anywhere!!!! i don’t see it in your body swap tag

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Anon 7 said:

I've lost a fic in which Bucky was recovering at some kind of facility until they accidentally triggered him into temporary paralysis. Steve and Natasha took turns reading aloud to him (maybe from Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit)? In the opening scene, he disassociated and attacked someone and thought he was going to be killed for it, but calmed down when they got Steve on the phone. It was definitely a longer one.

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caseysroses said:

Hey does anyone know that fic with engaged! Stucky where buckys parents weren’t coming to the nwedding bc they were homophobic

Anon 8 said:

hi im looking for a steve/bucky/sam fic where sam has a problem with steve claiming the shield belongs to him because its made of vibranium and technically belongs to the wakandans. i remember steve was trying to justify it by saying in the time when the shield was made (40s) no one knew about stealing from other countries or something like that. also it might be set in wakanda but i cant remeber. sorry its not a lot to go off

agentseventyfive said:

Loving the work you do compiling the library. I’ve read some amazing stories thanks to your recs. I’m trying to find a fic I read where they’re on the run & Bucky’s been injured. Steve slowly unfastens his leather Winter Soldier jacket to check his ribs and maybe things could get heated but Bucky being hurt halts things. They then decide strapping him back up in the jacket is best support. I’m pretty sure they were in a cabin on a train? Many thanks.

dolphinqueen10 sent in Lay Your Armor Down by osprey_archer (oneshot | 3,156 | T)

Anon 9 said:

i read this fic and i can't find it anymore-- basically a villain caught the avengers and tied them up and just like,, showed them videos of steve and bucky fucking and mocked steve for being a bottom,,, it sounds weird but it was so funny to read and i need to do it again

Anon 10 said:

I'm absolutely baffled; I lost a post-Endgame fic that, in the long run, was supposed to be a fix-it. Bucky and Sam were pissed at Steve, and Steve begs to talk to Bucky and Bucky tells him that he loved him and Steve said why didn't you say anything? I wouldn't have gone if you had said something or smthn like that. Bucky stays with Sam's mom for a while, I think, and there's this girl (I think her name was sage?) whose parents were snapped and when they came back they disowned her? Thanks!

agirlwithachakram and finduilas88 sent in  Me and My Heart (We'll Make It Through) by fallendarlings (complete | 160,959 | E) *graphic violence

Anon 11 said:

I read a fic a while ago that was about Steve being an introvert, like I think it was a college au focused on Steve and Bucky navigating their differences at the start of their relationship and it was pretty fluffy. Any ideas what it might be? Thanks in advance :D

Anon 12 said:

Here's what I remember about this fic that I can't find: fake/pretend relationship, one of them confesses their love and the other starts laughing bc they're so stupid, not talking to each other, and the one that confessed says, all sad and heartbroken, "please don't laugh at me." Can someone help me find it? Thanks!

Anon 13 said:

hello! i've been looking for a fic set in pre-catfa; i think steve's mom died, and bucky proposed that they move in together but steve refused. bucky's hurt because he thinks steve doesn't want anything to do with him (Steve just stubbornly refuses help); steve gets sick later in his shitty apartment and bucky rescues him.

[chronicallyhaughty]

Terrible! Horrible! No Good! Very Bad!

It's a terrible and horrible day for Jason. It's no good. Actually, it's very bad.

@whenyoulosesmallmind is having a crummy day, which is very rude on the universe’s part! So here’s a thing for her. 

[JayDick, AO3, Ko-fi]

Jason wasn’t usually one for slamming doors, but he was making an exception today. He dropped the keys in the little ceramic bowl on the table by the front door to the apartment, and slammed that very same door nearly as hard as he could. It felt very, very satisfying.

Everything had gone wrong that day. First, Dick had been called in to work early, giving Jason a kiss on the cheek, a cheerful, “Bye, sweetie!”, and a cold, empty bed to wake up to. 

Once Jason made it into the bathroom, he realised they were out of toothpaste, meaning he had forgotten to buy it when he was shopping the day before and now he was gonna have to head to the bodega a few blocks away after breakfast, where toiletries were more expensive than they were at the larger stores.

Then, he burned the eggs. Alfred would weep, and Jason almost wanted to as well, as he glumly had cereal for breakfast instead. He didn’t begrudge Dick his love affair with the so called "magically delicious” leprechaun, he just wasn’t a fan of marshmallows at seven in the morning.

He had skulked outside much too early in the day and feeling very much off-kilter, survived the walk with no mishaps, only to find there was actually a line at the bodega. Some little lady having a nice chat with the cashier with no regard for people trying to buy shit. He took a small amount of comfort that the Edgy™ teenager ahead of him was also suffering if their put-upon sighs and tosses of long multi-colored hair were any indication, but the tiny sliver of positive emotion he felt was short lived.

After being practically robbed by the greedy bodega owner, seriously, there was no way the guy could justify his ridiculous prices, he stepped outside just in time for it to start raining. He made it back home in one piece but with the start of a headache brewing behind his eyes. Not even finally getting to brush his teeth could improve his spirits at this point. Listlessly, he brewed himself a cup of tea and sat down to work on some case files. He soon got a text, because why not make this day worse? Why the hell not?

‘hey babe cant make it home for lunch but ill c u tonite!!! xoxo!’

‘Fine.’

If Dick thought he was being rude then so be it. He hadn’t even realised how much he wanted Dick to come home for lunch, to just complain about his sucky, sucky day, but not even that would the universe grant him. So, yeah, fine. Whatever.

He didn’t feel like making an effort cooking when it was just him eating, so lunch was boring and dull and stupid. His headache persisted and he wasn't getting anything useful done, work-wise. But then Tim sent him a text, late in the afternoon.

‘Hey can you come over if youre free’

Maybe just a little bit desperate to not feel completely useless Jason quickly typed out a ‘Sure.’, put his jacket and boots on (the ties broke on his right boot, because of course, but he managed), got on his bike and drove uptown to the penthouse Tim called home. He let himself in, using his fingerprint, and spotted Tim on the couch, leaning over his laptop in a way that must be hell on his back.

“Whaddya need, Timbo?” Tim didn’t even look up as he replied with an absentminded tap on a folder full of papers on the table next to him,

“Nothing really, just, could you give this to Dick? I don’t have time to drop it off tonight. Thanks.”

Having clearly been dismissed, Jason had simply taken the folder and left the way he came. In all honesty he was growing rather tired of being around himself, so no wonder Tim was quick to be rid of him. Grumpier than ever, he rode back home, accidentally parked in dog shit, and really, if people weren’t planning on picking up their dogs’ shit then maybe they shouldn’t get a dog!

So yeah, all in all, Jason totally deserved to slam some doors. Tonight was his night off, but maybe he’d go out and kick some ass, too. Though, knowing how the day had gone so far he’d probably end up bleeding out in an alley somewhere. No, he was just going to go to sleep and get the day over with. He shed his clothes, for once not bothering to put them somewhere proper but just dumping them in an ugly pile by the foot of the bed. That, too, felt very satisfying. Today had been ugly, so it certainly fit.

He got in bed and rolled around until he was bundled up in the soft down duvet. Screw today. Today was the worst. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but his body had no desire to cooperate. It, and therefore he, stayed stubbornly awake no matter how much Jason wanted to sleep away the awfulness. Why wouldn’t today end already? He heard the front door open and close, far more gently than it had before, and stubbornly burrowed himself in the duvet.

“Jason?” Dick moved around the apartment, rattling around in the kitchen and dropping his clothes everywhere, no doubt. Irritated at Dick too now, Jason stayed grumpily quiet even when Dick came into the bedroom, something rustling as he quietly said,

“Jay?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, making the bed dip, and put something on the nightstand. A hand started petting his hair, and Jason melted a little despite himself. “Babe? Do you want some ice cream?”

Ice cream? Jason turned over, squinting in the light spilling in from the hallway. His boyfriend was smiling gently down at him, hand slipping down to cup his cheek. On the nightstand stood a colorful box of neapolitan ice cream in a see-through plastic bag. Dick’s thumb moved to carefully caress his cheek and Jason was embarrassed to find he had to fight down tears.

"Today has been so fucking shitty, baby,” he managed, Dick’s face softening even further.

“I know, sweetheart. Here, have some ice cream with me.”

They must have sat there for an hour, eating ice cream straight out of the tin, Jason telling Dick everything, and his wonderful, amazing boyfriend just sitting with him and listening, dropping kisses to his shoulder, neck, cheek, anywhere he could comfortably reach from where he was curled up against Jason’s side. Never showing signs of being bored, or telling him he was being stupid. He just listened.

Eventually, the words ran out, as did the ice cream, and they prepared for bed in companionable, comfortable silence. They lay down in bed together as they had so many times before, as they would several thousand more times, and Jason was suddenly not sorry at all over how awful his day had been, not when he got this in the end.

“You’re my best friend,” he murmured into the dark, listening to Dick laugh and feeling him kiss his nose. Yeah, life could be worse.

[AO3, Ko-fi]